I wake up every day to the same damn glare
And it’s not the sun coming from the broken window
That I cracked in anger days ago
Because you complained that Nasum was ‘too loud’
And so I took myself to the chopping board
To cut up some chicken roll into half slices
And then I somehow had an epiphany
That life would end up better if that knife was in your throat
From the sofa to the streets
Pinot Grigio and cold feet
From the sofa to the streets
We’re the end complete
From the sofa to the streets
We da best grindcore elite
From the sofa to the streets
We’re the end complete
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023